Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2006 11:44:19 +0100
From: Peter C <Peter_Co@web.de>
Subject: A new beginning - part 12

The following story was originally written for a german website and
later printed in my first book "Der Neuanfang". After I translated my
story "Never saw a miracle" into english and getting lots of good
feedback, I decided to translate this story, too. Some readers wrote me
that I don't have to apologize for my English -- so I won't anymore *g*.

The story is set in Germany, so of course there are a few things
unfamiliar to people from other countries. As example temperatures are
given in degrees centigrade: 0 C are 32 F, minus 5 C are 23 F and
so on. If there are any things you don't understand, please feel free
to ask me about it. I love getting emails anyway, and I'd like to say
my thankyous to all of you who already wrote me.

There are two other stories of mine published here on niftys:

"Never saw a miracle" in the gay/highschool section

and

"Different" in the gay/no-sex section

If someone is interested in reading the original german story, it's
here:

http://www.nickstories.de

Look for "Peter's Stories". And if some is interested in buying my
books (in german language, of course): they can be bought directly from
me, even with my signature which will be worth millions when I'm a
Nobel prize winner someday -- lol...

I'm sorry for the delay, but the holidays are over and I'm back to
work, so I haven't that much time for the translation anymore.


But now let's the play begin^Å

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A new beginning -- Part 12

© 2001-2006 by Peter Conrad,  Peter_Co@web.de


Another too short night, a nother too early morning, another too cold
walk to school and another much too boring day at school. (Only to
shorten it up a bit, would be stupid to write the same things for every
new day, wouldn't it?) The one single difference was, that this day Tim
joined me on my way to school for his first day there. Not that I felt
sorry for him! So far even brotherly love didn't go.

The building was locked when we reached it, just great. Well, at least
I had the chance to show Tim around my friends. Many of them knew him
already from Katjas party, but there were still a few he hadn't met
before. One of them was Philipp, who now looked him up and down for
inspection. Protecting instinct for his little sister? The question was
who needed protection -- I mean his sister does karate!

Nicole, who until now only new Tim from the picture Thomas had shown
around, grinned at me an whispered into my ear.

"Danny, now I understand why you snuggled up to him in bed."

I felt my blood racing to my face, and a short look at Tim showed me,
that Nicoles whispering wasn't that quiet. I was sure she did it
intenionally! Tim was getting red, too.

I took together all the kindness I could muster and asked our little
wannabe-punk.

"Jealous?"

Nicole ran both hands through her brightly colored hair, giving Tim a
suggestive look-over.

"Sure! With the right hairstyle and clothing I could make something out
of him."

"Don't let this hear your Rocky, or he'll pull out your nose piercing
without anaesthesia!"

"Ouch! You're right, I should hold back a bit."

Nicole and her boyfriend Rocky (his real name was Rudolf, but he didn't
like it -- and it didn't fit his punker image anyway) were by far the
most noticable students at our school. It started with all that metal
the had on and in their bodies. Rings, piercings, pendants -- everywhere
was metal. The security personal at an airport was bound for despair
when they showed up, the metal detectors were pinging like mad. Okay,
once I had thought about getting an earring myself, but then the idea
of piercing my poor, soft and tender skin stopped me from really
getting one. But Nicole and Rocky? Ears, noses, tongues, eyebows --
piercings everywhere! Rocky even gave himself nipple piercings for
christmas! And then there are people who call us gays perverts *g*.
When this couple was wandering through the schools halls you could feel
like in a haunted house, it sounded like rattling chains.

And then there was the hair. Not only did both Nicole and Rocky like
they fell with their heads into a painters palette, no, Rocky also had
a very prominent parting. Meaning one side of his head was totally
shaved, on the other side his hair hadn't seen a scissor in years.

The last highlight were their clothes which always looked like they
came directly from the red cross used clothes collection. Not that
their clothes were dirty, never, but still they were a heavy insult to
the eyes -- at least to mine. And to make things worse (at least for a
gay teenager like me) Nicole showed much more naked skin than I cared
for. I mean, a straight guy might like seeing a girls butt falling out
of her jeans -- but couldn't she show a little consideration for me? At
winter times like now I always asked myself how she survived the cold...

To close the circle: I was sure that Tim would be scared if a girl like
Nicole made a pass at him. Even if I have to admit that our two
technicolor classmates were totally harmless and dependable friends --
even though they matched the picture of those teenagers your parents
warn you about. I more than once have seen older people changing the
street side when they noticed Nicole and Rocky.

Meanwhile everyone chattet with everyone, and I used the chance to
speak with Flip.

"Good morning."

"Same to you."

"Did your sister say something about my brother yesterday?"

"No, but she ran around with a dreamy look on her face."

She must have looked like I did thinking about Philipp.

"What do you think, should we try to play matchmaker?"

"And how?"

"It's Tims first day here, we could hand him over to your sister for
guidance."

Philipp grinned at me.

"Good idea. Tim seems to be okay, and Veronika could use a little
uplift for her love life. But is your brother actually interested in
her?"

"That we have to find out, but I would count on it. Your sister is
really cute, and my brother is only a hormon driven teenager."

"Okay, let's try. How do we start?"

"I'll grab Tim, then we go over to your sister."

"Good, but we should move fast, before they open up the doors."

He was right, so I grabbed Tim, who just talked with Thomas, by his
left arm and dragged him with me.

"He! What are you doing?"

"Just come with me, I want you to meet someone."

With Tim in tow I marched over to the place where is future classmates
stood in a circle -- of course he started to notice what was going on.

"Where do you drag me?"

"Just trust me. Not that I want to get rid of you, but I think you
should meet your new classmates. By the way,  the girl in the red
anorak is Veronika, and as far as I know she is really keen on meeting
you!"

Now everything was clear to him, and he doubled his resistance.

"Are you nuts?"

I remembered what adults often say to their children: "Maybe you don't
understand it now, but later you'll be thankful." and had to stop
myself from saying it loud. Of course Tims resistance was futile,
especially when a grinning Philipp grabbed his other arm. Together whe
shoved our still struggling little swim champion to his classmates,
where my partner in crime made the announcement.

"Hi. This is Tim, Dannys brother. He'll be in your class from today on.
Veronika, would you please help him a little getting to know everyone
and everything?"

What did I read there from Veronikas lips? "I hate you!"? Todays youth!
You have to force them to their happiness.

It was time for our tactical retreat, Flip and I let go of Tim and
wandered off. While we did so we heard his new classmates greet him,
and when I turned back for a moment I noticed both my brother and Flips
sister taking turns looking at their own feet and at the face of the
other. I pushed Philipp in his side.

"Lock back. Looks promising, doesn't it?"

He followed my looks and started to smile.

"Well, we'll see. They give a nice couple."

Absolutely. What I didn't know was that my best friend Thomas just
thought exactly the same about Flip and me...

The first lessons were so busy that I didn't have the time think about
any potential couples. All the teachers had decided that it was time to
make up for the christmas break, giving out heaps of homework, making
comments about lazy students and so on. What was wrong with them? Did
the secretary of education announce his visit or what? After a while
all heads were smoking. Wait. Of course not all heads. Only the heads
of those on the wrong side of the teachers table. And even though they
were in the majority, nobody asked them their opinion. And I thought we
lived in a democracy. I guess I was wrong.

During the breaks we ran from room to room, only talking about the
newly found activism of our teachers. I didn't even had the time to
waste a thought about Philipp (okay, a thought about Philipp was never
wasted), and our little matchmaking from the morning was totally
forgotten.

Lunch break was the first chance to breath deeply again. I just started
to eat whatever it was on my plate, when I felt an elbow in my rips.
Okay, I loved being touched by Flip, but he could have been a little
more tender!

"Ouch! What's wrong?"

"Look, over there."

I did as he asked, and ... there were our younger siblings, sitting
together peacefully, facing each other! And not only that, they only
had eyes for each other, they didn't even notice the world around them!

Meanwhile Thomas had noticed where we were looking and watched Veronika
and Tim with open mouth.

"I don't believe it! And I thought you were only joking about them."

"Well, it more or less started out as a joke, but if it really works
out I won't complain."

"I have to know everything about it, you'll excuse me for a moment,
please."

Thomas started to get up, and that I had to stop. Knowing him he would
burst in on them, and I wasn't sure if this tender plant of affection
would survive his attack.

"You just stay here and let them in peace! They really don't need you
now."

"Spoilsport. Okay, then I have to take care of YOUR love life."

"Don't you dare."

"And how will you stop me?"

"I could write a complaint to your Christine, telling her that her
lover is playing games with his best friends life."

"You really would sneak on your best friend?"

"In love and war..."

"Okay, okay. I just have to do it in a way you won't notice."

"Haha, as if you were a master of secrecy and inconspicuousity. Don't
even start, I'll find out anyway."

This was the end of the love-topic (for now at least), soon the break
was over and we had to survive another 48 or so hours of lessons. When
it was over I left the building together with Thomas and Flip. My
little brother was nowhere to be seen, the same went for Philipps
little sister.

"What can we do with the rest of the day?"

"I don't know what you'll do, Thomas, but I'll go home and take care of
the homework. With a little luck I'll be done with it sometime next
week."

"Shit, you're right. The teachers really went nuts today. But today
I'll only do what I need for tomorrow, everything else I'll do on the
weekend."

"You only hope that someone has everything done til the weekend, so you
can copy it from them."

"Psssst! Did you need to say it so loud? Now I won't have a chance with
our new student here."

"You would never have a chance with me anyway, so don't blame Danny."

How ambiguous. Did he mean that *I* would have a chance with him?
Before I could think any longer about this problem a loud womans voice
stopped all talking in a 50 meters circle.

"Huhu! Danny! Daniel Thom! Here I am! Huhu!"

Oh. My. GOD!

I didn't need to turn to the voice to know who was calling for me. My
fathers sister. Aunt Helga. A good matching name, by the way. If you
happen to know the comics of Hagar the Horrible you also know his wife,
Helga. Even more horrible than Hagar himself. And my aunt Helga looked
almost exactly like the comic character. Big, heavy, loud -- walking
terror. Okay, okay, as my dad always said: a good soul. And I never had
a reason to complain about her, she always brought us presents and had
to tell great stories about her life. But still I was always a take a
little aback because of her tomboyish behaviour, often enough I had to
suffer from it.

The last time I had seen her was more than two years ago. Neither I nor
my mother knew where she spent this time. Aunt Helga had a very good
marriage -- and an even better divorce. Okay, her husband was a slimy
bastard, and after the divorce she left him with next to nothing. At
least there weren't children to suffer from it. And just after the
divorce Fortuna prooved that she was really blind, giving her a big
lottery jackpot. Now she had very much money and even more time on her
hands, and she used both it totally. Once she spent a whole year on a
sheep farm in New Zealand, then she walked for months through India to
"find herself". Between her adventures she used to show up unannounced
at our home. Please don't misunderstand me, I really liked aunt Helga,
but I already knew what would happen next. I spoke quietly to Thomas.

"Watch out, if she breaks my rips, call for a doctor."

"Okay. My condolences."

It was time to put a brave face on and meet my destiny, so I turned to
my aunt and went into her direction.

"Danny, there you are! Come to me, my little one! Oh, you're not so
little anymore!"

With these words she hugged me, almost crashing my rips. Now I was
really glad that it was winter, and all the thick clothes were
protecting my bones. At least a little bit. But after a while I had to
free myself.

"Aunt Helga, please, you'll crush me!"

"Come on, a real boy like you ... or better: a real young man like! And
I'm only your old aunt!"

An old aunt I was sure could wrestle a fightbull with bare hands.
Thankfully she finally let me out of her hug, now holding me only with
her hands, looking me up and down.

"You're really grown! You look more and more like your father. My
brother would be so proud of you!"

"Thanks, aunt Helga. But where are you coming from now?"

"From your mother, why?"

"You know what I mean. Where were you for the last two years?"

"Oh. I was in Brazil, believe it or not."

Why shouldn't I believe her? With aunt Helga everything was possible.

"And now, where is this new nephew of mine?"

Hm, she already knew about the new family constellation. But what did
she think about her death brother being "replaced" by someone else? I
looked her deep into the eyes, but I couldn't find anything else but
curiosity.

"He should show up any minute now."

"I hope so, I can't wait to meet him."

I was worried for a moment, but this didn't sound bad. Meanwhile Thomas
and Philipp said their goodbyes and left me alone with my aunt. But
before I could ask her about Brazil I noticed Tim coming out of the
school -- together with Veronika. Wow. It looked really serious with
them!

"There's Tim."

"Where? The boy with the black cap?"

"Yes."

Meanwhile the two of them had reached us, and before I even could warn
Tim about what would happen to him next he was the next victim of aunt
Helgas stormy greeting. The poor boy didn't even know what was
happening to him! Suddenly a heavy woman at least a head taller than
him almost jumped him, hugged him as if she was to break all the bones
in his upper body. Tim gave me a shocked, asking look, and I only could
answer with a shrug of my shoulders. An aunt-Helga-greeting was like a
natural desaster like an earthquake or a volcanic eruption -- as
colossal as it and also as unstopable. You only could wait it out and
hope to survive it. To Tims luck aunt Helga didn't hug him as long as
she did me -- I guess her curiosity got to her, she wanted to get to
know him.

"So so, you're Tim. Let me look at you. Hm. Not bad, really not bad.
You're doing some kind of sports?"

Still stunned he answered automatically.

"I'm swimming."

"I thought so. And that's your girlfriend?"

Now my brother smiled at Veronika -- and she smiled back at him.

"Ah, I see! You don't have to answer! Congratulations, you have good
taste!"

Aunt Helga turned her attention to Veronika, and Tim used the time to
ask me about this crazy woman who attacked him so suddenly.

"Danny, who the hell is this!"

"This is our dear aunt Helga, my dads sister."

"Is she always this way?"

"This way or worse. You have to learn to live with it -- you can't
change her."

Meanwhile aunt Helga was done sizing up Veronika and looked quite
satisfied with the results.

"I hate to break up the young couple, but boys, we have to pick up your
mother and meet this Reinhardt at a coffee shop. Say goodbye to your
girlfriend, Tim, and then in the car with you two!"

We gave in to our destiny, said our goodbyes to Veronika and followed
aunt Helga to her car -- a blue Range Rover. A car totally matching the
woman driving it.

While we were driving home aunt Helga talked about her trip back to
Germany. She didn't fly, oh no, she traveled as a passenger on a
freighter! Later we picked up mom, and now it was time for aunt Helga
to meet my new dad for the first time. I was a little surprised, she
seemed to be quite okay with it. Okay, I guess it was clear that my mom
wouldn't be alone for the whole rest of her life.

At the coffee shop we found a nice table, Reinhardt wasn't there yet,
he had to meet a customer. Looking back I guess it was better this way.
As always aunt Helgas mouth worked without the slightes break.

"Can you imagine, Maria, I had to break your little Tim from the arms
of his girlfriend! A really nice girl, by the way."

My mom smiled with lifted eyebrows. I was sorry for my poor brother,
his love life was running at high speed at the moment and even was
already discussed with his mom!

"A real little casanova he is. Tim, I'm sorry that you had to leave her
because of me."

"It's not so bad. And Danny had to leave his Philipp, too."

A loud thud, followed by silence. The thud came from the menu falling
out of aunt Helgas hands.

"What did you say?"

I guess it's obvious that aunt Helga wasn't one of those who knew about
my being gay. And I guess Tim realized this at the same moment.

"Shit."

"Maria? Does this mean that your son is a faggot?"

My mother gave me a pained look, asking me with her eyes how to
proceed. How should she answer? I mean there wasn't anything to hide
anymore. I nodded, with a very bad feeling in my stomach.

"No, Helga, this means that Danny is gay."

"And you sit here knowing it and still are so calm?"

"Yes, why shouldn't I?"

Aunt Helga jumped up, her head deeply red, she almost had foam on her
lips. What a differnce to a few minutes before! I had never ever seen
her this way -- and if somebody had told me she could be this way I
wouldn't have believed him.

"I'm so glad that my poor brother doesn't have to see this! His son a
cocksucker! I never had thought this about him -- and I never thought
that you, Maria, would do nothing about it! If my brother knew it he
would turn around in his grave!"

Now my mother jumped up, too.

"Oh yes, he would turn around in his grave! He would rotate! But not
because of Danny but because of you! How can you dare to insult your
own nephew this way!"

"Ha! This nephew is an inuslt himself! An insult for our good name! And
you! You're standing here as if this wasn't a big thing!"

"It isn't. You're the only one making a big thing out of it."

"Just great! Now I'm the guilty one! Such a pervert in my own family!
But so you know: you're dead for me. All of you! I came here to tell
you that Da... that this faggot will be my sole heir, but forget it!
I'll go to my lawyer tomorrow, I'd rather give all my money to
greenpeace!"

"That's your decision, Helga. My decision is to tell you, that you're
not welcome in our house any longer. Just tell me where to send you
stuff, and we'll never have to see each other again."

"Just throw it away, I don't want stuff from your ... your faggot
brothel anymore!"

She turned to Tim.

"Boy, I feel really sorry for you. I just hope that this pervert
doesn't corrupt you. Good luck."

With these words aunt Helga stormed out of the coffee shop, almost
colliding with Reinhardt who just came in...

*.*.*

To be continued in part 13